The Oubliettes of Cardinal Mazarin.
At first, on arriving at the door through which Mazarin had passed, D'Artagnan tried in vain to open it, but on the powerful shoulder of Porthos being applied to one of the panels, which gave way, D'Artagnan introduced the point of his sword between the bolt and the staple of the lock. The bolt gave way and the door opened.
"As I told you, everything can be attained, Porthos women and doors, by proceeding with gentleness."
"You're a great moralist, and that's the fact," said Porthos.
They entered; behind a glass window, by the light of the cardinal's lantern, which had been placed on the floor in the midst of the gallery, they saw the orange and pomegranate trees of the Castle of Rueil, in long lines, forming one great alley and two smaller side alleys.
"No cardinal!" said D'Artagnan, "but only his lantern; where the devil, then, is he?"
Exploring, however, one of the side wings of the gallery, after making a sign to Porthos to explore the other, he saw, all at once, at his left, a tub containing an orange tree, which had been pushed out of its place and in its place an open aperture.
Ten men would have found difficulty in moving that tub, but by some mechanical contrivance it had turned with the flagstone on which it rested.
D'Artagnan, as we have said, perceived a hole in that place and in this hole the steps of a winding staircase.
He called Porthos to look at it.
"Were our object money only," he said, "we should be rich directly."
"How's that?"
"Don't you understand, Porthos? At the bottom of that staircase lies, probably, the cardinal's treasury of which folk tell such wonders, and we should only have to descend, empty a chest, shut the cardinal up in it, double lock it, go away, carrying off as much gold as we could, put back this orange-tree over the place, and no one in the world would ever ask us where our fortune came from -- not even the cardinal."
"It would be a happy hit for clowns to make, but as it seems to be unworthy of two gentlemen ---- " said Porthos.
"So I think; and therefore I said, `Were our object money only;' but we want something else," replied the Gascon.
At the same moment, whilst D'Artagnan was leaning over the aperture to listen, a metallic sound, as if some one was moving a bag of gold, struck on his ear; he started; instantly afterward a door opened and a light played upon the staircase.
Mazarin had left his lamp in the gallery to make people believe that he was walking about, but he had with him a waxlight, to help him to explore his mysterious strong box.
"Faith," he said, in Italian, as he was reascending the steps and looking at a bag of reals, "faith, there's enough to pay five councillors of parliament, and two generals in Paris. I am a great captain -- that I am! but I make war in my own way."
The two friends were crouching down, meantime, behind a tub in the side alley.
Mazarin came within three steps of D'Artagnan and pushed a spring in the wall; the slab turned and the orange tree resumed its place.
Then the cardinal put out the waxlight, slipped it into his pocket, and taking up the lantern: "Now," he said, "for Monsieur de la Fere."
"Very good," thought D'Artagnan, "'tis our road likewise; we will go together."
All three set off on their walk, Mazarin taking the middle alley and the friends the side ones.
The cardinal reached a second door without perceiving he was being followed; the sand with which the alleys were covered deadened the sound of footsteps.
